Her Convenient Millionaire by Gail Dayton

Author:Gail Dayton
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2003-04-02T05:00:00+00:00

Mike straddled the weight bench in his bedroom and sat down. It wasn’t anything fancy, unlike the ones in the weight room downstairs, but it was enough to help keep him in shape and he didn’t have to leave home. He ducked his head under the bar as he lay back for some bench press. The weight was light, since he didn’t have a spotter. He wished he could pile it on. He needed to work hard, to wear himself out and sweat the woman out of his pores. The way she’d crawled under his skin, he figured it was the only way he could get her out again. He did not need this grief.

He listened over the hum of the air conditioner for her bedroom door to open, for the TV to click on, as he pushed his first set of lifts to double the usual number of reps. He smelled her first, the heady fragrance of woman mixed with some expensive perfume. Then he saw her watching from the doorway.

His T-shirt had never looked so good. The faded USMC stenciled across the front of the well-washed fabric followed every little rise and fall of his new wife’s breasts, making her braless state abundantly clear. She’d knotted the shirt at her waist and tied a big looping bow in the drawstring of the shorts to hold them up. Her panty line showed through the knit shorts. She wore bikinis with wide elastic. He could see both edges of the elastic where his shorts draped lovingly over her hips.

Mike never slowed the rhythm of his lifts as he watched her watch him. He should stop. Tell her to leave. Close his eyes the way she’d closed hers, as if it offended her to look at him in his workout gear.

It offended him to see her now, to see how she watched him, her eyes following the bar down and back up, skimming over him as if he were a pet she could play with for a while then dump out in the swamp for alligator bait when she got through with him. How would that look change if she knew the truth?

He lifted the bar high and settled it in its cradle, then sat up. “Like what you see?”

One of her shoulders lifted a tiny space, then dropped in a careless shrug. “Yes.” She paused briefly. “But then, I don’t imagine that’s any surprise to you.”

He allowed himself a brief, bitter laugh. He’d never had any doubt that his looks or his money would pass muster. It was his class that usually got called into question. “No beating around the bush with you, is there, Sherry?”

“I’ve given it up. You never get anywhere that way.”

Mike picked up a small weight and fitted it over the end of the bar. He would add five pounds for the next set of repetitions. He fussed with the weights and the clamps, waiting for her to get bored and go away. She didn’t. Finally,

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